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A cold life
She walks the cold dark life alone,
No family no friends not even a home.
She calls for us but no one hears,
She's been air to us for all these years.
She stumbles and falls but no one cares,
She cries sometimes if she dares.
Finally a ray of hope,
Her own blood the cost of one rope.
Lucy
Grungegirl1@aol.com
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